Late September 2012: Featherhead, South Dakota

[damncompass]

If there's one thing that Joshua truly missed from Switzerland, it's the different restaraunts.

Thus, after a good half day's worth of research, he finally found the one decent Indian restaraunt in possibly all of western South Dakota.

On the bright side, it didn't require reservations, and there weren't too many people there.

Dinner is lovely with naan, a few appetizers, and Joshua's favourite vindaloo curry.

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[damncompass]

"It was. And in all seriousness, I am proud of you." He slinks back into his seat. "I could have done without the nosebleed, though. I actually like this shirt."

[claudiometer]

"Easier than I thought it would be. I mean, it helps that she didn't protest losing the necklace, but still."
Claudia shrugs. "We can probably save your shirt. You do live with a bunch of experts in getting blood out of clothing, you know."

[damncompass]

"True. And if I lose my shirt it's not the end of the world. I can always get more things."

He shrugs, and watches the badlands go by for a bit, falling silent.

[claudiometer]

"Yeah, at least you won't have to replace your entire wardrobe at once again."

After a while, she adds, "Thanks."

[damncompass]

"For what? I didn't do much except get punched in the face."

[claudiometer]

"And believe in me when my dear friend Crippling Self-Doubt crashed the party."

[damncompass]

"Claud, your friend needs to get kicked out on his ass. You are awesome, and somewhere in there you damn well know you're awesome."

[claudiometer]

Claudia sighs. "I'm better at knowing I'm awesome when it comes to certain things. Techy things, mostly. Warehouse things, usually. Shoving a badge in someone's face and asking to confiscate their family heirloom? Not quite, yet."
Give it time and it'll get there, though. Well before she's comfortable playing music for an audience.

[damncompass]

"Still, you are so many different kinds of awesome." Joshua sighs. "You are much better than you think."

[claudiometer]

Up goes an eyebrow. "So are you. I at least know I'm awesome at something."

[damncompass]

"This is not about me." He shrugs. "You're the more important one here."

[claudiometer]

"And you're not? I'd be freaking out a lot more if I was facing this prospect all by myself."

[damncompass]

"You'd be fine, Claudia. I know you. No matter what, you'd be fine."

[claudiometer]

"Not my point and you know it."

Eventually, she pulls into the B&B (everyone's going to know she drove back from the parking job alone). "How's your nose?"

[damncompass]

Joshua wiggles his nose a bit, and shrugs. "I think I'm fine. I'll just put some ice on it or something. Pretty sure at this point that it's not broken."

[claudiometer]

"Well, it's not bleeding anymore, at least. Shall we head in?"
She's taking the lack of blood as a sign she doesn't have to call Dr. Vanessa.

[damncompass]

"Yeah. That sounds good." He shuffles into the living room, flopping backwards onto the couch with little attention to what or who is already there.